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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:00 pm
The tall candidate turned his attention away from his newest pet peeve to look at the pretty little green that had made its way to the sands. It was alone, at the moment, and seemed perfectly fine with it. The green passed him closely on its sniffing expedition, clearly not yet determined as to who she was after. Tideal was intrigued by the small beauty, but not any more hopeful seeing as he would not be available to a green, as far as he knew. He followed the dragonet as it continued on its merry way, chuckling a bit to himself that its happy demeanor was such a contrast to the vicious beginnings of this particular hatching. Looking past Rumir as the hatchling went further with the same procedure, after the injured folk more than those who were unharmed. That one took her time.
Tideal glanced back at the eggs, wondering if one of them would decide to show up and impede on the green's spotlight, though he doubted the softhearted hatchling would mind. He himself would be quite annoyed, but he supposed nothing could make a hatchling wait if it wanted out. Demonstrated so keenly by the miniature war that set off this Stand from the rest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:01 pm
Green. Green. Green. She was attractive, liked attention, and was almost spritely – just about everything Weiwin wasn’t (accept for the attractive bit). Weiwin sighed and stood still as she watched the dragonet move through the candidates. The green did garner a grin from Weiwin as she nuzzled the wounded. Did this dragonet come from the same clutch as the other, more violent dragonets? or was she maybe snuck in from some other Weyr? It was just amazing the variability amongst clutchmates.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:02 pm
Raedue almost reached out to pet the sweet little green as she nosed past him, but refrained from doing so, knowing it was something one really Should Not Do. "I don't know for sure, but I would think that its not all that normal. But at least she's calm about things."
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:04 pm
Oh wow.. this little Green was so curious.. and seemed to love attention so much! But it was a little more.. social than Alanna herself was.. so she actually had to stare incredulously as the green snuffed at all of the possible 'hers' of it.
Hmmm....
Just... attractive little thing. She couldn't help but be slightly.. awed of it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:07 pm
“ She is quite cute. I suspect she’d be an easier partner to get accustomed to then some of the earlier dragonets.” That was about as tactful a way as Westren could think of for saying that this particular Hatchling seemed much more agreeable then her earlier siblings. Not that Westren though that there was a such a thing as a bad dragon, but still.
“ I’ve not seen a shy dragon yet in this bunch.” He said out loud, thinking of his sister’s dragon. Then, remembering the boy’s last comment, he added,“ Yes, whoever gets her will be quite lucky.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:09 pm
Ah, what could one expect but a green from such a small egg. Still, she seemed well enough off, nosing around like she hadn't a care in the world. That was much better than mauling people! Velrun minded the dragonet well enough to move out of her way when she came close, but not much more. There was little reason to for him, though some other males around might have a different opinion. With no reason to pay mind to the green, he resumed observing the eggs. Which would be next?
Up in the stands, Merase clapped happily for the little green. She certainly seemed happy, though she'd gone tense the first time the green had nosed one of the candidates that had been mauled. Dragons were born hungry, right? And those people smelled like blood...She didn't think there was any reason to worry, but she only was able to relax once the green had moved further from the injured peoples. Who would she choose?
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:10 pm
As the green continued to make her rounds Firyal found herself thinking that the person she Impressed to would have to be someone who didn't mind meeting a great many new people. That would be painfully difficult for Firyal, but she'd heard so many times that a dragon was supposed to be his or her rider's other half. Maybe Firyal's other half was actually outgoing and friendly, though if this dragonet was meant for her, it didn't speak well for her chances of ever becoming slender and svelte. The dragonet wasn't either of those things, after all, though there were probably limits to how much of an other half a dragon could be. Maybe the line was drawn a physical similarities. She'd yet to meet anyone who looked enough like their dragon for there to be an actual resemblence.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:10 pm
“Yes, adorable,” Xeran said, looking over at the tiny Green. Even though he wasn’t exactly fond of dragons, he couldn’t help but smile a little. And what a talker too! The same way shipfish were unable to move without flapping their tail, that little Green seemed unable to walk without uttering some sort of trill, murmur, croon… any sound, mostly, and all of them somewhat musical. How adorable! Quite a change from the earlier maulings…
Hopefully, this theme would hold for the rest of the Hatching, but he wouldn’t count on it. “Seems awfully tiny though,” he added after a moment of watching her trundle across the Sands. “I bet it’s because someone touched the eggs.” Honestly, he couldn’t see the big deal about that; eggs were hard, right? But the dragonriders seemed awfully moody over it, liable to snap at the slightest mention of it.
Then again, dragonriders were naturally strange. One had to be a little touched in the brain to actually want to be bonded, mind and life, to a huge creature like a dragon. Which sort of explained why the opportunity was so attractive to Harpers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:14 pm
A murmur went through the crowd as an egg finally rattled and broke. Green. Darcir was tall, but not exceptionally so, and though he couldn't spot the little creature from where he was positioned near the back, he did hear others whisper about some sort of adorable nature. . . Sharding crowded sands.
Still, he wasn't going to push or shove. Averting his gaze to glance at the eggs nearest him, he did wonder what a dragon looked for in a partner. Merik had Impressed, though somehow that wasn't all that surprising. He was patient, if a bit of a talker and walking mouth, and from what he'd observed did have a big heart. He didn't seem to judge, even when Darcir's scowls and snarls didn't turn him away. And what of Balin. . .? He Impressed as well, and (from most others standards) impressively so. A bronze dragon, the first in the clutch. . . . Unlike Merik whom was loud and boisterous, Balin had been quiet and reserved. Both different, night and day. . .
So were they seeking out kindness or gentleness or . . . ?
Welcome thoughts, right? Keep on welcoming. He did spot a flash of green between dragonets legs but honestly couldn't get a clear view. So much for standing in the background.
At least there weren't screams and screeches of terror or pain. At least this one wasn't aggressive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:19 pm
"Probably that had something to do with it," Marko murmured in response to Xeran, impeccable-by-necessity Harper's memory digging up the dregs of information he had learned ages back, when he had Stood at High Reaches. "If the eggs were touched before they were hard, something bad might have happened."
He shrugged and watched the little green with only the slightest expression of pain on his face; if he were anyone other than himself, he would have been grinning. Insofar as dragons went, this one was quite nonthreatening. He was incredibly lucky he had missed the maulings; in his distraction over the flutes, the last angry little blue had gone unnoticed by him. No doubt everything was going to come crashing down on him within the next few minutes.
"Vera, you've never introduced me to your cousin," he admonished quietly, to keep his mind of impending doom while S'van was still distracted with the other boy. It wouldn't do to embarrass Vera in front of him, after all. That would be rude.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:21 pm
Well! Weren't they all just lovely! The green seemed perfectly content to waste the night away to herself, but a sudden croon from the stands was enough to make her pause! Oh! Dragons! Well, of course she wanted to go and meet them, too! Her stocky body made it quite easy for her to waddle her way through the crowd, though she seemed to remember she'd forgotten something. With a tiny, almost puzzled sound, the green brightened and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes searching for a moment. Inaarimine! I want to see what's over there, won't you take your Eponath, please? I want to know what they're doing!
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:24 pm
At least, Firyal consoled herself, she would be spared having to be introduced to everyone the green dragon found interesting, which would probably be a great many people. It was a very slight consolation indeed, but it would have to suffice. There were seven more eggs on the sands, and though some of them were obviously too large to hold a dragon for her, not all of them were. And then, when this was over, she could have a Healer take a proper look at her injuries and get some more numbweed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:25 pm
Miss Cherie S’van, of course, did not at all approve of the injured party being O’asis’ benefactor. Of course, S’van didn’t approve of man stealing women who only fluttered about like wherryhens—and that was enough of that thought. Vera would’ve smacked him for thinking it anyway. In point of fact, the woman in question reached over and swatted the back of his head just on principle. “Pay attention, S’van!” But S’van couldn’t pay attention, because now that all of his friends (save Inaari) had Impressed, he was waiting around for O’asis to show up. Where was Kas? Shardit, if one was a Bronzerider, one had an obligation to attend Hatchings… didn’t one? Ah well. Even as Vera chided him, he felt justified in his musings. Oooh. Look, an egg was rocking! Curiously, S’van peered out over the Sands, trying to decide what he thought would Hatch from it. Would it be a Blue or a Green? Or, perhaps… a small Brown? Maybe. They’d have to see, wouldn’t they? Distantly, he nursed the fear that the little thing wouldn’t hatch after all. What happened when eggs were touched before their time? What happened when there was no Touching? He didn’t know, and he dreaded finding out. He had heard rumors that dragonets went between, and didn’t return. That was a horrible notion. A terrible notion. It… he just couldn’t stand the thought of the little beasts being harmed like that. Somehow, in the midst of this, he managed to summon up some sympathy for the girl who had started it all. Surely Kyllae had had no idea. She hadn’t seemed like the kind of girl who would willfully put tiny lives at risk. But… then again, he didn’t know her well, and what little he knew didn’t seem terribly positive. This only confirmed his first impression of her. Yet… still, she must have regretted her actions. Was she, even now, regretting them as she watched? Ah well. There was no point in worrying over something that had not manifested yet. So far, aside from being angry, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the dragonets. “Kas!” S’van crowed, and pulled his friend into his side for a moment for a hug. “No, you didn’t miss much… just the Queen dragon Impressing, and a brown, and a bronze… and shells, you missed people being mauled. Hey! Did you know Rinfala Impressed the Queen?” And that M’al had Impressed a Blue after being mauled by the Brown? “Actually, yeah. You missed a lot. Wherry. Where were you?” S’van, of course, had missed him, and it would’ve been nice to discuss the events together. There'd been another couple of dragons in there, but he really hadn't been paying attention at that point, sadly. O'asis had to pull back from his friend and stare. "Rinfala? Impressed the Queen?" he echoed back, a bit wondering and dubious. It's not that he didn't think the girl deserved it - no, no, from what he'd seen of her, she had enough brimstone and fire to fuel an entire Wing at Threadfall! But shards, he wouldn't have expected that-- The bronzerider's face split into a grin. "Hah! She really did!" O'asis crowed triumphantly. Perfect, how incredibly perfect! He'd have to pull her aside later to congratulate her, maybe gift her with some decent wine after the Feast. And oh, the smirk on his face as his thoughts went there! "I was doing work," O'asis told S'van innocently - doing work, the same way he said it whenever he trudged into the weyr, yawning and tired, late because he'd been chewing the fat with Weyrlings and Candidates that belonged to a very particular mindset of affairs in the Weyr. "We'll talk a bit more about that later, though, eh?" The Bronzerider glanced around once, dropped his voice, and asked in a carefully casual tone: "You haven't seen Kyllae around here anywhere, have you? Is she holding up all right?" There weren't too many people he would dare to ask that question to these days, but S'van was enough a trusted friend that O'asis didn't fear judgment. EDIT: Of course, an answer would have to wait. There was some happy exclamations from the crowd, and O'asis had to look down onto the Sands to see what'd happened-- was that.... "Hey, S'van! The little Klah girl Impressed!" he realized, raising up a cheer of his own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:33 pm
Raedue grinned somewhat regretfully at the little green's antics. Regretfully because it was not him that was impressing her, but happy because she had impressed. Now that the choice had been made, he turned his attention back to the remaining eggs.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:33 pm
Finally, after what had seemed like too long for comfort, the little Shetland pony egg began to tremble and rock. Thank Faranth! Jaid had started to become a little concerned with the inactivity. Looking around at the others, he could see expressions of relief that mirrored his own.
He wondered what would pop from the egg. He had been thinking it would likely be a green based on size and when the egg split to reveal a pleasantly cheerful green, Jaidev felt somewhat self-satisfied with his guess. Oh, it was good that this one seemed as cheery as the last few, watching with bemusement as the tiny green snuffled and explored, in no hurry to find Hers. Oh, what an adorable dragonet! Jai was sure that Hers would be most pleased with such a little darling.
Then, as the little dragon seemed to look back knowingly, the boy knew she had to have Impressed. He couldn't help but feel jealous- she would be a wonderful little partner to be bonded to! He could only hope that the other hatchlings would continue to be as personable and delightful...
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